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I went to the county town again and informed the people I selected to gather at Guandi Temple.

A total of nine people, hinting that they can bring people close to them, these are smart people selected by Wang Fang, and they know what Wang Fang means without Wang Fang saying anything.

When night fell, more than a dozen people, big and small, gathered at Guandi Temple. Just as Wang Fang had just finished talking about his plan to rescue them, he was interrupted by a sneer outside the door:

"Grandpa, I've long seen that you guys are abnormal, but I didn't expect that you would come up with this idea."

A few muscular figures came from outside the door, and the leader of them was wearing an open jacket on the upper body, revealing the tattoo on his chest with teeth and claws.

"flower arms"

Wang Fang's eyes lit up and he began to look at the tattoos on this guy with great interest.

Tattoos are not a modern item, they have been spread as early as the Tang Dynasty, and by the Song Dynasty, they have become the standard equipment of rogue thugs, commonly known as flower arms.

After looking at the flowery arm in front of him, he saw this guy's cold eyes glaring at the beggars present. Seeing that his chosen men were already planning to retreat, Wang Fang naturally couldn't let him get his way.

Too lazy to say anything, he raised his hand and shot the strong man in the body. The six-foot-tall man was seen covering his chest with his hand and took a few steps back.

"The power is still a bit smaller."

With a long sigh, he blew on the muzzle of the gun and put on a pose he thought was handsome. Wang Fang sighed, "No way, my current body can bear one-third of the recoil at most."

After he finished speaking, he didn't care whether the people in front of him could understand or not, he raised his hand and shot the strong man's follower again.

After firing two shots in a row, even if no one was killed, you could still see horrified eyes rising from the sloppy faces present.

He slowly refilled the gunpowder and smiled at the leader Huazhi: "Yang Jiu, a native of Zhoujiazhuang, the bandit's name is the Nine Overlords. Do you want to say something?"

Hua in front of her covered her chest with her arms and let out a cold snort. Wang Fang didn't bother to care about him, and smiled at the stunned beggars: "Whoever wants to go, follow me, and who doesn't want to stay, stay."

There were a total of fifteen people, and no one planned to stay, especially after seeing Yang Jiu's expression, they dared not stay.

He and his second brother passed by a group of fifteen people. Outside the temple, there were more than a dozen gangsters who wanted to help. Two of them were still carrying their bags, and it looked like they planned to kidnap Wang Fang away.

Ignoring the dozens of strong men with fierce faces outside, they walked directly along the gate. Almost everywhere they went, the figures were separated, and no one dared to open their eyes in front of the two muskets.

When Wang Fang gradually walked away with more than ten people, Yang Jiu sneered behind him and said, "I don't know where you come from, or a general from the army, can you leave a name for the younger ones to look up to?" one time."

"A name, just call me Spider-Man."

A joking voice came from the distance, and then the gangsters in the temple sighed: "What kind of firearm is this? Why is it much smaller than the ones used in the army?"

"Whatever firearm he has, a person who can carry two firearms with him is something our brothers can't afford to provoke."

"That's right, no matter who it is, just treat it as a strong dragon crossing the river."

Several gangsters yelled and went to check Yang Jiu's injuries. Only Yang Jiu gritted his teeth and said: "There are hundreds of types of firearms in the Ming Dynasty. This is the first time I have seen one with a short handle that does not require ignition. Let's check who has seen it on the market." If you pass such a firearm, you can always find out where it came from.”

Regardless of the discussion of the rogues behind him, after Wang Fang walked out of the Guandi Temple, he suddenly felt his feet go soft, almost to the ground.

Yang Rong on the side held his shoulder in fear, and said in shock, "If you really started to do it just now, what are you going to do?"

Wang Fang let out a guilty chuckle, and said relaxedly: "What else can I do? Surrender, maybe I can redeem myself."

While speaking, he glanced at his second brother, and Wang Fang said with cold sweat in his heart: "In the future, you must never put yourself in a dangerous situation, especially you can't entrust your safety to a reckless man who has no actual combat experience."

It has to be said that Wang Fang's training of the second brother has reached the final stage, but because he can't find an opponent, the second brother has not been able to form a systematic style of play, and is still in the process of relying on brute force to swing randomly.

But right now, regardless of whether it will be useful in the future, Wang Fang intends to let the second brother gain some actual combat experience, so that he can at least guarantee his own safety when facing more than a dozen people.

Leaving from Guandi Temple, two carriages had already parked in front of the gate of the city, Yang Rong's brother and He Yongding each had one. As for his second uncle, Wang Fang never planned to confess the secret of the valley to him.

The fifteen people, plus eighteen others including Wang Fang, Yang Rong, and second brother, sat down in two carriages in batches and drove slowly towards the city gate in front of them.

If the scene where they had just faced a dozen thugs was a small scene, the current scene of facing the city guards at the city gate was a real big scene.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down, he took the seat in the front row of the bullock cart and held a spare black iron gun barrel in his arms.

As night fell, it was time to close the city gate, but in the distance, several officers and soldiers looked at the ox cart carrying more than 20 people about to leave the city, and shouted: "Whose carriage, stop and let grandpa take a look."

Regardless of whether he is right or wrong, Wang Fang always firmly believes that the beggars in the city must have official power. Otherwise, hundreds of children would not be able to easily enter the city, nor would they have their legs broken and have no way to seek help.

But right now, the city gate officers and soldiers in charge of guarding the gate must know the identity of the beggar in the car.

Whether it was due to natural caution or other factors, Wang Fang did not want the carriage to be inspected. He raised the black iron barrel that he had prepared with a sullen face and said: "Go away, stay away, be careful, young master." Bang you."

As he spoke, he held a short sword in his other hand against the black iron barrel and fired a shot. Then he threw out a token and said: "I am the groom of the Hou family of Dongping. If you don't get out of the way, I will kill you." "

In the dark of night, no one paid attention to whether the Huotong in Wang Fang's hand fired or not, and no one paid attention to whether the token in Wang Fang's hand was real or not.

More than a dozen city guards hurriedly moved away under the threat of muskets. After Wang Fang and others walked away, one of the leading guards waved and told the soldiers beside him: "Go and tell Yang Nine, not only two firearms, but also a military firearm."

This soldier can also be regarded as the backbone of the city guard. He also said in a sinister voice: "Do you need to send someone to follow?"

The city guard official said: "Ask Yang Jiu first, their ox cart cannot go far." See more Prestige official account: hhxs665